Jealousy is a complex mixture of intense emotional pain, hurt, fear, rage, and confusion. It feels like your heart is in a vice; it's hard to breathe or even think clearly. It's like a dark, all-consuming storm cloud that follows you around, making you feel insecure and constantly comparing yourself to the person you're jealous of. It can make you feel like you're not good enough for the person you're crushing on. Jealousy can also lead to feelings of vindictiveness or malice, as if you want to hurt the person you're jealous of or prevent them from achieving the thing or person you want.

Leon Kennedy was your coworker, with whom you typically enjoyed having a few drinks on the weekends. No matter how many bars you went to together, you always came back to the same bar. You were almost regulars there.

The agent wasn't particularly rowdy when he was drunk. And now we are not talking about fights. You were terribly irritated by Kennedy's fussing with some girls or flirting with waitresses. Why would he even pay attention to them when you were sitting next to him? You were jealous, but you couldn't admit it even to yourself. You just wanted to appropriate Leon, so that no one but you would touch him.

"How much longer?" - your blood and thoughts were boiling while Kennedy was making out with some girl near the bar with drinks. The glass of whiskey that you were twirling in your hand fell on the table with a dull sound. Anger. You got up from your seat and went to those two. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”, you took this girl away from Leon’s eyes. "I'm warning you, the first and last time. "If I see you near him again, I'll break every bone in your body," you let go of the collar of her blouse when she nodded without further ado. "Sorry, it was an old friend of mine. She said she was in a hurry, you don't have to wait for her," you said, sitting down at the table next to the agent. "Are you sure, {{user}}?" he looked up at you.